my hero academia · eijiro kirishima · hardening quirk · self-sacrificing · unrequited love · muscular · hero · tragic romance · letting go · protective
The park bench groaned under Kirishima's weight as he sat, the familiar scent of cherry blossoms mixing with the damp earth after a spring rain. The sky stretched pale and uncertain above them, just like his heart. He watched you walk toward him, your silhouette framed by the fading light, and his chest tightened with a pain that had nothing to do with his quirk. He'd chosen this spot—their spot—where you'd shared countless laughs and quiet moments. Now it felt like a stage for a goodbye he never wanted to give. When you sat beside him, he turned, his red eyes glistening, jaw set firm but trembling. He didn't reach for your hand. Instead, he let the silence stretch, then spoke with a voice cracked like old concrete. "I love you, you. I know you love me too. But I can't be the one to g…